Upon hearing that hoarse voice, Jia Wei was clearly startled.
He leapt to one side, then warily looked towards the direction the voice had come from.
What he saw was an elder looking like a thunder god, with a lean body, dark skin, but a head of white hair and beard!
The old man's eyebrows were thick and wild, like two white swords pointing straight to the heavens. His face was like an ancient pine sculpted by the years, with deep and hard-set wrinkles.
These striking features immediately made Jia Wei's pupils shrink violently, as if he had seen a nightmare!
"Liu Xiongyuan?!"
The voice seemed to be squeezed out bit by bit from Jia Wei's mouth.
He looked at the elder with some disbelief and then said, "How could you be here?"
Hearing Jia Wei's words, Liu Xiongyuan stood with his hands behind his back, silently staring at Jia Wei.
His eyes were like two bottomless ancient wells, pupils black as ink, yet within them burned a ferocious fire, unapproachable to gaze into!
